Текст песни Дана Сидерос - Дети уходят из города к чертовой матери

Children go out of the city
to hell.
Children go out of the city every March.
Throwing at home with computers, beds,
in packs thrown Dickens and Dumas.

As if always lacked spines and bumps them,
children sneak ravines,
rod through the forest,
write letters to parents nightmare handwriting
on the blotter, smeared in the ground.

Writes Acne:
"Your manipulations,
your ambitions, stocks parade
You can stick in the ...
I decided to go
in voluntary shepherds.
Will not come back. Till".

Christina writes:
"Sami learning dirty tricks,
themselves play a serial world.
I will become a fortune teller, a witch, I'll whisper bones
the secrets of others, grass in the pot simmer. "

Vadim writes:
"Sami admire the sunset
with bridges of the city.
I go overboard.
I would be wandering street musician.
Found flute teacher:
It plays like a god. "

Adults
cherish concrete cells,
Deadline rave, sleep, think rubles.
Children go out of the city.
In March.
Hundred.
No one escaped
not found.